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12 October, 2012 - 5:22am — angel syndrome

Pretend I wrote a really well written story about how I was in the cemetery all night last Saturday and smoked cigarettes and drank beer sitting on tombstones, about how I was wrapped in a big blanket, how I rode a longboard without quite knowing how down a hill (in big goth platform shoes, too!), how I was huddled with a friend, pointed to the graves and mausoleums and said "some day this will all be yours".

It really did happen! We were huddled in blankets and my friend didn't have one, so I put my arm around him and he told me that it felt as though I was some old wizard showing him his kingdom, so I said : "Look, young lad, someday this will all be yours!" and it was probably one of the most poetic moments of my life. It was probably one of the better experiences I've had!

At first I thought this was a poetic metaphor, as is common with your journal entries. But the parenthetical clause (or the casualness thereof) makes this seem more literal. Is this an actual anecdote, or another of your usual posts?
(Maybe the new title means something that I missed?)

Oh. Nevermind. I just read your comment above.

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